King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 342: Chapter 147: Bloody Curtain Falls, Scheming Villain Plots Again, Beauty’s Worrisome Thoughts in the Rain

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly streaked across the sky, like a falling meteor.

Everyone focused their eyes and saw it was Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang had long anticipated the ruthlessness of He Kezhou and his wife, who would certainly rally a group of thugs to come and wreak havoc at his home.

In the outskirts of Luoyang, he provided various miraculous medicines to the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association, healing their injuries and stopping their bleeding. Watching the disciples’ wounds gradually stabilize, he knew the crisis at home was imminent.

So, he used the Supreme Lightness Technique of ”Traversing a Thousand Miles Without Leaving a Mark,” his form like lightning, racing swiftly through the rain back towards Suzhou Prefecture, back to the Shi Mansion, with a single-minded focus on protecting his family.

Shi Feiyang landed firmly on the ground, his aura instantly erupted, and he activated the Eighth Realm of the Bright Jade Technique—”Supreme Forgetting Emotions.”

In a flash, a wave of extreme cold radiated outwards from him, rapidly condensing the moisture in the air into countless tiny ice crystals that shimmered with a frigid light as they fell in the dim rain.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, forming a thin layer of ice on the ground, emitting soft cracking sounds.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes were stern, and with a ”clang,” the Myanmar Saber unsheathed, its blade gleaming like a silver ribbon.

Yang Miaofeng, witnessing the scene, felt some fear in his heart, but as the Grand Squad Leader of the Golden Spear Association, he had no choice but to brace himself and advance.

He shouted loudly, thrusting his long spear fiercely at Shi Feiyang, employing the ”Viper Emerging from the Hole” move from the Sickle Hook Spear Technique.

The spear tip, like a viper’s tongue, carried a fierce momentum straight towards Shi Feiyang’s throat.

Shi Feiyang’s lips curved slightly into a contemptuous smile, and with a flicker of his form, like a black lightning bolt, he easily dodged the fierce attack. Yang Miaofeng’s long spear struck empty air, and due to his excessive force, it deeply embedded into the ground.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang executed the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, his saber flashing with extreme speed. His form swiftly shuttled among the enemy crowd, each slash creating a dazzling saber arc accompanied by the sound of wind, as if tearing the rainy night apart.

He performed the move ”Cangsong Welcoming Guest,” the Myanmar Saber drawing an arc in the air, and wherever the saber arc reached, it sliced through the air with a ”chi chi” sound. Yang Hua quickly raised his spear to block it, and with a loud ”clang,” it resonated like a grand bell, causing the observers’ eardrums to ache.

Yang Hua felt a huge force transferred from the spear, numbingly vibrating his arms, making him take several steps back, leaving deep footprints on the slippery ground. Seeing this, Yang Han, Yang Cun, and Yang Qun coordinated, launching a pincer attack on Shi Feiyang from three different directions.

Yang Han utilized the ”Iron Bull Plowing the Field” move from the Sickle Hook Spear Technique, his long spear dancing quickly with overlapping shadows, covering Shi Feiyang. Yang Cun and Yang Qun simultaneously thrust their long spears towards Shi Feiyang’s vital points from the left and right sides.

Faced with the attack, Shi Feiyang feared nothing, unleashing the cold energy of the Bright Jade Technique to freeze the surrounding air, forming an ice shield.

As the long spears struck the ice shield, they emitted ”bang bang” sounds, with sparks flying.

Taking advantage of the opponents’ exhausted moves and exposed flaws, Shi Feiyang executed the ”Golden Dragon Coiling Claws” move from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, rapidly spinning his Myanmar Saber to form an impenetrable light curtain, deflecting the three spears.

Then, Shi Feiyang twirled his form, changing his saber moves to perform ”Saber Light Sweeping Shadow,” the saber light gleaming like a dazzling light screen, sweeping towards the three.

The three, unable to evade in time, were slashed by the saber arcs, with blood instantly gushing out, flowing down their bodies as the rain washed over them.

In this fierce battle, Shi Feiyang was like a War God.

The cold aura of his Bright Jade Technique was suffocating, making the Golden Spear Association thugs feel paralyzed and unable to move where he went.

His Hundred Victories Saber Technique was incredibly fierce, each saber strike carrying a deadly resolve, causing fear among the enemies.

In this intense melee, shouts, weapon clashes, and cries of pain interwove within the Shi Mansion. Using his wit and bravery, Shi Feiyang fought against numerous experts of the Golden Spear Association, gradually gaining the upper hand.

A gentle breeze blew, and the drizzle softly enhanced the hazy beauty of this spring day.

In the thick of the battle, Shi Feiyang’s eyes were sharp like an eagle’s, constantly on alert for any movement around him.

The spring rain, like fine silk threads, densely crisscrossed and fell, which should have brought freshness and tranquility. However, the surrounding tranquility was shattered by the sound of rapid and disorderly footsteps.

Suddenly, a group of masked men dressed in black emerged as if from the Nine Nether Hell, swiftly surrounding Shi Feiyang from all sides, trapping him tightly at the center. These people exuded a strong killing intent, like a tangible haze, and appeared even more sinister and terrifying under the nourishing spring rain, a clear sign they came with malicious intent.

Shi Feiyang’s expression was stern, his gaze like electricity, gripping the Myanmar Saber tightly, its blade slightly trembling, as if yearning for blood.

He stood immobile like a sculpture, his eyes sharp as spotlight beams, rapidly scanning his surroundings, attempting to find a way to break through the thick encirclement. Shi Feiyang knew full well that the appearance of these black-clad men was no coincidence, but intricately linked to the cunning Golden Spear Association.

Despite this, there was no trace of fear in Shi Feiyang’s eyes; instead, a fierce and steadfast fighting spirit burned brightly in his chest.

”Hmph! The guys from the Golden Spear Association are indeed as cunning as foxes!” Shi Feiyang snorted coldly, his voice squeezing through his teeth, laced with an icy chill. As soon as he finished speaking, his form suddenly burst forth with amazing power, like a black lightning bolt tearing through the rain curtain.